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I'll often set off on a ride with a nearly full bladder. As long as I'm seated, it takes a long time for me to notice my increasing desperation, often a good hour, sometimes two. But, once I step off the bike, it seems I have only seconds to avoid an accident. More than once I was bit too late pulling the waistband down. Good thing those Lycra shorts are so absorbent!

This sounded like such a fun time. I can only hope you got over your stage fright quickly. Having gone on literally hundreds of dayhikes with friends, it's rare when at least one of us doesn't haven't to pee. For someone with my kink, it's usually the high point or points of the day. When we hike as a group, it's pretty much a needs must thing. We do nature's business, then go on our way. But, when I'm in a one on one situation, we tend to be much less inhibited. Depending on how shy my trail partner is, we might take two or twenty steps off the path and I'll often be asked to keep w

Ever since the beginning of time, there have always been a few who've spoiled things for everyone else. I suspect Lavatria would fare the same. At least there's sites like this where we can talk freely.

There something to be said for being comfortable enough with a friend to pee in front of them, even more so if you find each other attractive. It is, after all, about the most intimate thing you can do with them without touching.

For me, more like a stop along the side of a trail and release a stream that arcs three metres, maybe four if if I'm sufficiently, er, inspired. And yes, I've been complimented on it, in fact on several occasions.

No reason why you shouldn't. It is your shed after all! At my summer house, I pee outdoors all the time. I tell myself I have near-sighted neighbors.

I suspect that before the invention of toilet facilities, there was very little expectation of privacy. People, whether male or female would typically pee when the need arose, usually around the level of 5 or 6, rather than the 8 or 9 we often hear about today. Although, I suppose all through history there have always been a few who liked to hold. In general, people were smaller in general a few centuries ago. I'd imagine the size of their bladder was proportional. And, there was little incentive for them to work on developing their capacity when they could pretty much pee at will, whethe

I think it's mostly for reasons of privacy. Since women usually squat, less of them is exposed when they face forward rather than away, especially if they lean forward enough that their stream falls straight down or even behind them so their shoes and clothing stay dry. However, I've had the fortune to know several women who frequently pee standing like a man, either for the shock and entertainment value or because they just prefer that way. Usually, like men, they'll face away, unless they want to put on a show for me.

I imagine both the lack of facilities and the awkwardness of the clothing would have discouraged most upper class women from travel and exploration. But, surely they're must have been a few whose curiosity got the better of them. I love to read their accounts of how they dealt with those times when they got caught short. And, there were all those pioneer women who trekked across the country in search of new land. In the days before fast food restaurants, convenience stores and tourist rest areas, one has to wonder how they fared whenever nature called. Somehow, I suspect nature provided t

Who said anything about using a toilet? 😝

Don't you agree that daylong hiking trips are an ideal way for collaboration?

Some of the ones I've seen looked like they wouldn't be able to hold all that much. Can you imagine being so desperate that you overflowed one and your stream was still going strong? I suppose, back in the days before Big Gulps, Starbucks Trentas and two-liter water bottles, bladders were much smaller.

I'd love to go back to the era of early flight, not much more than a hundred years. There's something very appealing to me in being among the first to soar above the earth and see what's on the ground from a totally new perspective. Then again, if I could only back fifty or so, I'd want to be one of the astronauts who first stepped on the moon. At least I've been fortunate enough to talk to one of them.

That's why its called a dream job. It never lasts nearly long enough! 🤣

I certainly hope there are at least a few who do. 😝

It might be fun for a couple to share a watering can. Fill it most of the way up with water. Then, each using their own equipment, top it off.

Since I'm a big believer in equality of the sexes, I think women should be encouraged to do the same as men.

It's probably good I didn't see this until today. Hopefully, I'm not too late to the party.

I think for most on here, they consider it an honor that their posts encourage such behavior.

A warm welcome. You'll find us a friendly and helpful bunch. And, we almost never bite, unless you ask (nicely please 🤣).

Seeing how most of my dates have been outdoors ones, this... (cough)... might have happened... er, once or twice.

I never made the connection between the horsey set and peeing until I dated a woman rider. On one of our very first dates she popped a squat in front of me, all the while carrying on a conversation as if this was a normal situation. Apparently it was, because almost every time we went out after that, she'd pee in front of me at least once. She also liked to watch and insisted I stayed well-hydrated. Who was I to deny her, since I got to enjoy great views, too.

A warm, wet welcome to our community, pecan79. I've been around here several years and think we're a good group to hang out with. We're helpful, respectful and willing to help out with any questions you may have. While I'm male and straight, I see we have at least one thing in common. What I'd suggest is you read as many stories as you can, them maybe post a few replies to those that most "wet" your interests. I think your best experience will come the sooner you get to know people here and the more you meet. I'm sure I speak for many if not most here in saying I'd love to h

I've heard similar stories from older people who've moved in with their children. They, too, have no choice but to have sex in their cars. And, you wonder why they put up such a fight if you want to take their keys away!

Only a few occasions? You must have had a very uninteresting youth. 😆